I am more confident than ever that you love me.
Look at all this silence you match with mine.
Who breathes, thinks, or talks, when inspiration gulps wine?
You and I are silent like eternity.
The dream needs a good silence to dream:
A mountain listens to the small, chuckling stream.
Sad is what love listens to.
Remember that, will you?
This is high quality silence here,
The one you and I own.
So what if mortals shout and groan?
Okay, okay. The heart wants its loan.
I had a thought last night about you.
Let others fret about love.
Let others worry about what they need to do.